For a small village, the turnout for Sunday's Remembrance Day Service was impressive. The gathered parade participants marched with a mixture of pride and sorrow through the old centre of the village to the Memorial Garden, where a band played and the crowd gathered.
A local Minister gave a moving service which brought tears to many eyes, mine included. Remembered were not just the casualties and fatalities of the two World Wars and the many other conflicts since 1914, but also the broken lives of the families that lost loved ones, and the survivors, many of whom bore or will bear the physical and often mental scars of conflict to the ends of their days. All of the Services were remembered, military and civilian.
Looking around the many ex-Servicemen and ex-Servicewomen present, I lost count of the number of different insignia, but I noted a significant number of Paras, Royal Artillery, Royal Marines and at least one from the Special Air Service. Sobering stuff. Enough to make me think twice about the elderly folk I meet around the village in the course of a normal week.
I didn't take any pictures at the ceremony, as it would have been disrespectful, but I'll go back to the Memorial Garden in a few days to get a photo for Anna to remember the occasion. She did a fine job of bearing the Standard for her Brownie pack in the leading group of the parade. We are very proud of her.
